Owned by two Lycan Kings

Chapter Four

Sierra Blake’s POV:

"I'll come find you in a bit, a fight broke out between two Alphas staying here. I just want the ball to be over and done with,” he says after he parks.

His pack is big, from what I've seen, and the pack house is a tall, sleek two-story building. “The maid will show you to your room and bring you food. The doctor said to rest, ok?”

I nod. That's a good idea. I still feel tired, so tired that my eyes are closing again.

There's a woman at the door who bows. I follow her until she stops in front of a room and bows again. It must be mine.

I stand at the door, taking it in. It's a beautiful room with a big canopy bed and purple accents, but my appraisal is interrupted by a hand going around my throat.

It's large, warm and, with the way the mate bond strums, I know it's Magnus.

He smells a little less minty and more with a hint of sweet berries, but I don't think about it as he puts his nose in my neck and mutters, “Mate.”

He walks us into the room and spins me around. He holds me against his bare chest as he kisses my neck, breathing hard. What got into him on the way here?

“You're so beautiful,” he whispers raspily. “I want to touch you. I need to touch you.”

Although I'm not complaining. I nod. Maybe it's what I need. I'm so tired of feeling out of control today.

All thoughts are chased from my head as his hand slips under my blouse, unclasps my bra, and cups my n****e, drawing a gasp from my throat.

I throw my head back as his punches the other and tweaks the two together. “You like that, Red?”

“Yeah,” I mumble, wanting more. The sound of my blouse tearing doesn't even register as he crushes me to his chest.

I shiver as my n*****s rub against him, sending jolts of pleasure down to my core. I feel him, hot and hard against my belly.

Yes, this is what I need. A little distraction.

He lifts me and backs us up, so I wrap my leg around his waist. He tosses all the books on the table down to the floor and sets me on it.

Breathing hard, he steps in between my legs, spreading them. I rest my hands around his neck as his hands find my c**t over my underwear and begin to rub. I moan deeply, just as Magnus appears at the open door.

I jolt. What the f**k? Magnus is at the door?

Then who in Goddess's name is this?

I push away from his chest and tug my skirt down, wrapping my hand around me.

Goddess, take me now. Did I just let a man who's not my mate touch me?

Magnus is furious. My gaze swings from one man to the other. Oh.

While the flame of embarrassment still burns bright, I understand why I made such a mistake.

He's Magnus's twin brother.

I think the only real differences between them are the length of his hair and his brown eyes.

“Marcus,” Magnus starts, deceptively soft, “why the f**k were you touching my mate?”

His hand flexes, clenching and unclenching, and I can see him begin to coil taut, like a spring.

Marcus straightens, eyes fixed on Magnus. “Because she’s my mate.”

“Bullshit!” He roars and lunges.

But it's true, the two brothers clawing at each other are both my mates. I feel the identical bond from both of them. “Magnus, please stop! He's right!”

I see Magnus falter, giving Marcus an advantage, and he punches him straight in the jaw.

"Please stop," I gasp, moving forward as Magnus's head is flung to the side.

“Stay back!”

Now Marcus is the one momentarily distracted, and Magnus punches his brother in the stomach so hard he doubles over with a pained sound.

Marcus slams his head into Magnus’s, and they disengage, both panting and groaning.

I can't watch this anymore. They can do whatever the f**k they want, kill each other for all I care, but I don't have to be here to see it.

I don't know where I'm going, but I find the living room and sleep off on the couch.

It feels like I was only asleep for a few hours, but when I wake up, I'm tucked into bed, back in the room. There's nothing out of place, I see, as the morning sunlight filters in through the open window.

There's a steaming bowl of food beside me, and immediately my stomach gives the loudest growl. I look around, confirming there was no one here to hear that embarrassing sound, before devouring the food. There’s a note at the bottom of the tray, and it reads, “I’m sorry, Red.”

Oh yes, Magnus and Marcus. I tense when a knock sounds at the door, but while I'm anxious, anticipation surges through my body. I do want to see them. “Come in.”

The maid from yesterday pokes her head in, and I shove down my disappointment. “I'm here for the tray. Also, his highness sent you a dress for the ball tonight. I'll be here to help you dress at four, your highness.”

“Never mind all that, just call me Sierra.”

The maid bows and says, “Anything you want, Miss Sierra.”

“What’s your name?”

“Lilia.” Again, she bows and leaves.

I'm walking into the ballroom in a long dress of undulating silver. My makeup handled, and with my hair pulled up into a high curly bun. Lilia did a really good job. Reign always does my makeup well too. I still haven't been able to call her.

I slip into the ball, trying not to run my sweaty palms on my dress.

Magnus finds me immediately. I thought he wasn't here, but it seems he was just avoiding me. Well, he can go screw himself.

“Sierra, wait. I just want to say my behavior since we met hasn't exactly been stellar. I will make it up to you, and I will do better.”

Oh. My heart warms and I begin to blush. “Thank you, Magnus. That actually means a lot.”

“I'll be right back and...,” he hesitates for a moment, “I want to dance with you. Twice.”

I nod with a smile.

“And stay away from my brother, ok? Until I know what the hell he's playing at.”

Oh Goddess, help me. “Magnus, I don't think he's playing at anything. I feel a bond with him, like I do with you.”

I'm not even sure if he hears me or if he just doesn't acknowledge my words. “Don't go anywhere, ok?”

I stare at his back as he walks away. That man!

I go to the buffet table and begin to eat when a whisper draws my attention.

Someone is standing, their back resting against a pillar on the balcony.

I know that dress. I've seen it before.

And when it clicks, my mood sours. It's the dress Marlene wore yesterday to the office. A little simple for a ball, but what the hell is she doing here?

I storm toward her, intending on biting her ear off when she starts moving. “I know it's you, bitch.”

Marlene stops outside the courtyard. “Murderer,” she whispers. It's Marlene, alright.

I step toward her. "Look here, you b***h, I didn't kill - oh."

I'm tugged into a corner by a body that smells like Adrian as a damp cloth goes over my face. “Filthy Omega, disgracing me in front of my pack.” My eyes go wide as I struggle, but Adrian holds me to him tightly.

“When I'm done with you, you're going to plead for death.”